ots of work for the instructors; every
regimental parade ground for three hours daily is covered with squads,
commencing with section one, doing squad drill till they reach
battalion drill, when the companies amalgamate and drill together.

During the summer Her Majesty the Queen, the Prince Consort and members
of the Royal family visited the camp. The Queen and her escort came
into our block, and entered one of our barrack rooms to see a soldier's
cot. We used to make up the bed, drawing the paillasse to the front,
but by keeping it against the back it gave a space in the front, then
the man, folding his rug neatly and placing it in the space, made a
comfortable seat for himself, his back resting against the paillasse.
There are no chairs in a barrack room. Her Majesty sat on one of the
cots and expressed her satisfaction at the new arrangement. Another
incident occurred while the Queen and party were approaching the centre
block, occupied by the 21st Regiment. The sentry would not allow the
carriages to pass through the block; those were the orders. Although an
A.D.C. drew the soldier's attention to the fact that it was the Queen,
it did not matter. He said he would not be doing his duty by allowing
it. The adjutant was sent for and took the responsibility. The sentry
was commended for doing his duty and was promoted for it.

About this time I had some trouble with a man in my company. His
general conduct was such as required watching; he was constantly being
punished. He would desert and be brought back, tried by district
court-martial, sentenced to be flogged and imprisoned for perhaps 112
days. One night I called the roll at tattoo and found him wanting. I
reported that night Private James Watson absent, took an inventory of
his effects and hoped he would not return. Some few days after I was
called to the guard room to identify a man of my company, whom I found
to be Watson; but such a sight I never looked upon. It appears he
wandered into the country and saw in the middle of a field a scarecrow.
The clothes were all in rags, but that did not matter to Watson. He
exchanged with the scarecrow, and placing his uniform in its stead,
dressed himself in the tattered suit and continued his journey, only to
be arrested and brought back to the barracks. The end of poor Watson
will be learned later.

Colonel Crofton, not wishing, for private reasons, to go on foreign
service at present, made an exchange with Colonel Fran